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Sometimes Ji Shurong feels that his psychological quality is not generally high.

Growing up in such a poor environment since childhood, I have never seen him become a lunatic like a woman.

He regards the piano as salvation, and March as a relative, and repeats his lackluster life day after day, thinking that he will live like this for many years to come.

Until one day, when he was out shopping, he encountered a case of stabbing someone with a knife on the way back.

He wanted to take a detour, but when he glanced casually, he saw a shivering boy standing at the corner.

The boy was very small, fair-looking, and motionless as if stunned.The gangster swung his knife and slashed around, and he was about to walk in front of the boy.

Ji Shurong has always thought that he is a selfish and cold-blooded person, and he is usually indifferent when seeing a woman committing suicide until she is dripping with blood. Retrieving Sanyue is probably his only act of kindness.

But this time, due to some kind of psychology, before the brain could react, the body had already rushed over.

The moment he held the blade, his mind was actually blank.

The pain is felt later.

Ji Shurong thought at the time that if he was slower, the sharp blade would surely pierce the little boy's throat.

The blood quickly stained his palms red, and the excruciating pain made his teeth tremble.

The gangster turned his head and ran when he heard the siren. He stood where he was, and for a moment wanted to close his eyes and pass out.

It's so fucking painful.

The little boy was holding an Ultraman in his hand, and there were tears in his ignorant and clear eyes, pattering down.

Ji Shurong wanted to turn around and leave, but somehow he couldn't move his legs.

He sighed, raised his other hand to rub the boy's head, and said something that was not comforting: "Hey... I didn't cry, why are you crying?"

The little boy was so frightened that he kept crying from beginning to end.

Ji Shurong didn't get into the ambulance and went to a nearby hospital.

At that time, he probably had a second-degree illness. He felt that lying in the ambulance with a hand injury was too motivating, and he wanted to be an unsung hero.

Later, the doctor told him that he might never be able to play the piano in his life.

He saved a person at the cost of losing his right hand, along with his long-cherished dream.

It would be a lie to say no regrets.

For a long time, Ji Shurong could only sit in front of the piano in a daze.

Women don't know these things and just yell at him that he's a piece of shit who can't even play the piano.

At that time, he really wanted to travel back to the day when the accident happened, even if he watched the little boy die in front of his eyes, he didn't want to be a living Lei Feng for a while.

But he knew that even if it happened again, he would still make the same decision.

Then Ji Shurong saw the little boy again.

He stood on the opposite side of the busy road, silently watching the little boy standing at the corner, as if he was waiting for someone.

Inexplicably, Ji Shurong felt that he was waiting for him.

The little boy didn't see him, and left dejectedly until dark.

Ji Shurong didn't know how long he had been waiting for him like this, nor why he had to wait.

He thought he was angry.But it was strange, seeing the back of the little boy with healthy limbs and carrying a schoolbag, Ji Shurong felt a little lucky.

Such a fresh life was saved by him.

Maybe the little boy will remember him all his life.

Ji Shurong breathed a sigh of relief, and went home in the direction of the setting sun.

His mood was rarely relaxed, and his brows were still stretched before he pushed the door.Unfortunately, his ease did not last long.

There was a trail of dried blood on the floor, spreading from the living room to the bedroom.

The woman smashed the flower pot and cut her wrist with a piece of porcelain.

The doctor said that fortunately, it was sent early, and his life was saved by luck.

After returning home, Ji Shurong turned the house upside down. He threw all kinds of things that could cut the flesh into the trash can, even the ballpoint pen.

The woman grabbed his clothes and beat him and scolded him. Ji Shurong had never lost his temper with her before, but this time he couldn't hold back.

He suddenly grabbed the woman's wrist, which was wrapped with gauze, and he squeezed it fiercely, without any strength left.

The blood soon soaked the gauze, and the woman's face turned pale from the pain.

"Why don't you die?" he said.

This sentence has been turned in his stomach thousands of times, and now that he finally said it, Ji Shurong only feels happy.

Torturing each other for so long, love and hate mixed together, sometimes even he himself can't tell what kind of feeling it is.

It's just that he never thought that the woman really listened to him.

It was a cloudy day, it rained all night, and it was still gray when I woke up in the morning.

Last night, the woman had a lot of trouble, Ji Shurong simply slept on the sofa, and could see her bedroom as soon as she opened her eyes.

He turned over and sat up, quietly went to the kitchen to make a pot of noodles, and waited for a while, but the woman never came out.

If the noodles are left for too long, they will be cold if you don't eat them.

Ji Shurong walked towards the bedroom with the bowl in one hand, and saw her lying on the bed with her eyes closed, motionless.

The curtains were drawn in the room, and in the dark, he tripped over something and almost dropped the bowl.

He put the noodles aside, picked up the quilt that fell on the ground, and suddenly felt a fluffy ball with his fingers, which looked very much like his March.

Women have always hated seeing March, Ji Shurong's heart skipped a beat, and he threw off the quilt.

March was lying on the floor, not breathing.

Next to it were white pills scattered all over the place, and there was still an unmelted piece in his slightly opened mouth.

Ji Shurong realized something at that moment, he pushed the woman's already cold body, and called out tremblingly: "Mom..."

He couldn't remember what happened afterwards, and he would subconsciously escape even in his dreams.

He didn't know when he became wrong.At first it was insomnia, and later I would feel sad and irritable for no reason.

He would smash things, like the dead woman, smashing debris all over the place, and then step on it with bare feet unconsciously.

It seems to be painful, but it is very comfortable.

He was obsessed with drinking and smoking, from day to night, and then from night to day, day and night turned upside down, and he was in a daze. Once a cigarette butt was thrown on the sofa, which almost caused a fire.

Fortunately, Xu Shao came in time, extinguished the burnt blanket, and dragged him to the hospital.

Doctors said he was diagnosed with depression and needed treatment.Xu Shao would visit him every day, bring food, books, and make up lessons for him.

The college entrance examination is coming soon, and his classmates are all sitting in a clean and bright classroom and studying hard, only he is lying alone on the hospital bed, absent-minded.

If there is no deviation in his life trajectory, he should shine in the art test and walk towards the future he has been looking forward to with flowers and applause.

But there are no ifs in life, he has become a complete waste.

He didn't take the college entrance examination, didn't have a university to go to, and couldn't find a decent job when he got better.

In the end, Xu Shao reached out to him and let him stay in the company.

At that time, Ji Shurong's condition had improved a lot, and he could not see the slightest clue in normal times. He would laugh and joke, and he looked like a spring breeze to everyone.

He said to Xu Shao: "To be honest, is it because you have a crush on me that you treat me so well?"

Xu Shao almost choked to death, blushed and glared at him thickly: "I'm straight! I have a wife!"

The horoscope has not been written yet, and I am still a daughter-in-law.

Ji Shurong smiled and didn't mention it again.

He is an idler in the company, sending a document on a business trip, there is no pressure, but he will not be idle.

On a certain business trip, a car got scratched. Coincidentally, the owner of the car was his old classmate, Yang Xiao, who dragged him to the playground to play ball the most.

Yang Xiao may think that he is too free, so she doesn't stay for him at night, and desperately begs him to go to the bar to mix drinks.

Ji Shurong reluctantly agreed.

In fact, he could understand the good intentions of Xu Shao and Yang Xiao. The doctor said that he should not be immersed in his emotions, so these two people tried their best to find something for him, forcing him to have no time to think about it.

Ji Shurong didn't say anything on the face, but was grateful in his heart.

He goes to work on time every day, goes to the bar on time, and sees the doctor on time. It seems that everything is going in a good direction, but in fact, only he knows that these are illusions.

His illness is like a ticking time bomb, once it explodes, he will be smashed to pieces.

The wrist cutting was purely accidental, he just wanted to test how sharp the newly bought fruit knife was, and Yang Xiao snatched it away just after he swiped it.

The blood couldn't stop flowing, and he was locked in that pale and silent ward again.

The time he took sleeping pills was planned for a long time. He specially checked the dosage on the Internet, poured a palm full, and swallowed it directly into his stomach without drinking water.

Several pieces were stuck in his throat, unable to go up or down, it was extremely painful, but he was indifferent.

He was sitting alone on the balcony, the wind and rain were blowing outside, and his expressionless face was reflected in the glass.

He hadn't seen himself smiling for a long, long time.

Ji Shurong thought, he's about to die, let's make a good face for himself.

So he tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile uglier than crying.

He quietly waited for death to come, and suddenly remembered that the night of the woman's death was also such a heavy rain, everything was predestined, and he turned into a lunatic like the woman in the end.

But it's not the end yet.

Xu Shao quarreled with his wife and was kicked out of the house with nowhere to go. He came to him in the middle of the night and saw Ji Shurong who had lost consciousness.

120 whistling arrived, and he was sent to the emergency room in time.

This time he was hospitalized for a longer period of time. On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he felt like he had been released from prison.

From then on, as long as they didn't see him, Xu Shao and Yang Xiao would call him every three hours.

Ji Shurong never turned off the phone, and would get up in the middle of the night to pick it up.

He owed them enough already to be ignorant of the good and the bad.

He forced himself to live, to act like a normal person.Many people say that he is gentle and refined, and many people show affection to him. They don't know about his unbearable past, and they don't know that there is a heart that doesn't beat at all hidden under his flawless appearance.

Until one day, he casually rescued a boy at the door of the bar.

The boy was full of hostility, but his eyes were clear.

He looked very much like the little boy standing on the corner of the street.

There is light in the young man, like the sun that will never dim.

He approached involuntarily, sinking in step by step, indulging in it.

He felt his heart beating again, and hot blood flowed to his limbs.Only then did he realize that life was not meaningless.

Ji Shurong came back to life when he met Jiang Jing.

The author says:

The past of the old season is over~